Logs:Post-Flight Comforts for a Terrible Person
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| RL Date: 31 July, 2013 |
| Who: Rasavyth, K'zin, Telavi, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Hraedhyth's flight, Solith and Telavi offer comfort. K'zin and Rasavyth gratefully take it even though K'zin has to confess he's a terrible person, and why. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Kinzi/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Weyrwide cameos from Hraedhyth and Ilicaeth! |
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| Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr The far side of the lake gets much less foot traffic - there's less grass, due to the poorer soil, and the bed of the lake is muddy and not at all as nice to walk in. But a small stand of four willow trees with long branches hanging low and swinging in the breeze provides some relief from the sun during the heat of the day. A pair of small curved benches sit underneath the trees. The ground rises up sharply towards the northwest end of the lakeside, and the waterfall that feeds the lake thunders downwards there, foaming the water and creating a fine mist in the air that distorts the light. There's a bare wisp of breeze, curious, uncertain, quite possibly fleeting. What it's like-- (To Rasavyth from Solith) The sensation comes from an oozy mind still reflecting the deep drumming and flames of Hraedhyth: it's not unexpected. But... he is sad. It feels sad to lose. Sore. He doesn't like it. It doesn't depress him exactly, but he doesn't like it. It is worse for K'zin. Not as bad as when Solith... He stops that train of thought short. It is worse for K'zin, he simply settles on. (To Solith from Rasavyth) For the first few moments, Hraedhyth will set High Reaches Weyr ablaze with her savage claim, heat stifling and smoke choking until her hold suddenly relaxes. Her thundering drums may quiet, but they aren't silent, a steady background noise promising that she is here. She is Matriarch, and she has chosen her mate. (To High Reaches dragons from Hraedhyth) Ilicaeth cannot be other than himself, and so, with his dam's exclamation - and through her fire and smoke - his furnace tornado of sands bugle out, « HALE TO THE QUEEN, BABY! » (To High Reaches dragons from Ilicaeth) She shies from the discomfort of the drumming, the flames that aren't her flames-- though aren't they beginning to be, first gradually and then in that sudden surge? aren't they more truly the Weyr's flames, now? --but not far, not with his responsiveness, hers an innately cooling draught if one that warms to the remnants of heat. Sore. Sad and sore; she may not know quite the way he does, but she can empathize nonetheless, because he's shown her. Worse. She, they, don't like that. Can they help, are they-different-they to be found? (To Rasavyth from Solith) It's not long before Rasavyth has an answer: yes. They can be found, and they-different-they could help, if they wish. He would like that. They both would. (To Solith from Rasavyth) It would help, Solith notes without quite words, without quite teasing, if they knew where. It would. (To Rasavyth from Solith) Look. It's hard to think through sad. Rasavyth pouts briefly before there's a crisp image of the secluded far end of the lake shore, just before it rises up so sharply to the ledge and the waterfall. They're still here, just away from everything. Rasavyth paints himself settled with K'zin by the shore. Every now and again in the repeated? image, K'zin's arm flings and ripples spot across the lake's surface before the stone thrown vanishes. It's not a repeat though, because first it's two skips, then four, then two again. (To Solith from Rasavyth) Two. Four. Two. Four? Or two-four-two, two-four-two? Or three, or none. Poor pouting Rasavyth. She's extricating herself, is all, they are: from shifting voices, dimly argumentative, from gentler fingers, a quickened step and... delay but it shouldn't be long, she won't let it. Solith doesn't come first; she watches over, instead. (To Rasavyth from Solith) It's just as the image foretold. The afternoon sun glitters on the lake. K'zin is looking forge-smudged and in work clothes, not leathers; so it must be a rest day, or at least not duty time. Rasavyth is crouched, watching as K'zin's arm flings and a rock goes skipping one-two-three-four-five times before it disappears. There's a small pile (certainly shrunk from what was in the vision) at his feet. He crouches to pluck up another, hesitating there as he examines the curve of it. Then collects a pair more before standing. One-two-three-four-five footsteps, Telavi's light but not exactly on water. She's chosen land instead, the breeze playing with the hem of her skirt and her hair that's loosened from what had only barely been braided before. "Hi," she says once she's close enough, Solith beaten her to an also-light landing if not a punch line. Only Tela's eyes are for the bronzerider, and her arms to go about his neck, too, smudges and all if he'll stand for it. "Hi." His greeting is a little miserable. A lot of his frustration has bled off through the serene outlet of throwing rocks at water. He starts to move into a throw, his eyes looking away from Tela, but half way through the motion his shoulders sag and he turns towards the greenrider, arms stretching out, head tilted forward, expression unhappy. It's a silent request for a much needed hug. By that moment, Tela is right there and her arms are around his neck. It's so swift that he has to realize she was already in motion when he turned back to make the request. His arms close about her and he hugs her tight. "I'm a terrible person." His words are muffled against her neck, but intelligible. Rasavyth croons his greeting to Solith. He extends a wing toward her, inviting her close, likewise. Having set herself into motion,expecting unhappiness, Tela doesn't stall out at that looking away-- but there has to be relief there, too, when he reaches for her likewise, and holds her so close. "Terrible person," she murmurs into his shoulder rather than whatever else she might have said, inviting, not suspecting. She holds him tight, too, right there over the not-littler rocks. It has Solith bemused, even as she agreeably joins Rasavyth, though she noses over the other dragon before she'll settle: sore, was he? Injuries? Marks? "I'm an ass during flights. Like. A really giant ass." Which might speak to the side of Rasavyth that only K'zin and select others are privileged to see. There's some thunks as the stones that were in the man's hand fall to the ground, repositioning slightly, but only so he can bury his face a little lower. "Do you remember that I kissed Quin's neck during your flight?" He asks then, sighing. "I did worse this time." This time Rasavyth is not injured. He is tired, and sad, but not injured. His one side is a little tender from, where he fills in in case she didn't see, he bounced off a brown mid-air. Sometimes Solith's more worldly-wise; in this aftermath, maybe she should be, but there's a fleeting association of a playful sort of pleasure with bouncing lifting her thoughts. Fleeting, because she's busy: circling back around Rasavyth to seek out his other side, the better to not bump against the tender one. He can lean on her, even; she's not so much smaller in her imagination, and she'd help, she'd really like to help if only she can. She'd even settle, and breathe slowing, lengthening breaths. As for her rider, whether she remembers, whether she's been told, quite possibly both, she shifts just enough to make it easier for him and twine one hand's fingers through his dark hair. "What did you do?" Tela asks, but with much the same rhythm of his words, like she's taking her part in the story being told. "Bite her neck?" Rasavyth shifts and extends the opposite wing, intending to curl his cloak about her. He lets the sentiment hang in the air that being close helps. Snuggling? This helps. He likes it now, where other times he might feel differently, though not so often differently with Solith. Right now, it's just nice to him to be close. She could tell him how handsome and smart he is, comes the subtle suggestion. That might help too. "Not Quin. She wasn't there. I kissed someone I shouldn't have kissed. Right as the flight was starting. Right as Ras started blooding. Someone I really shouldn't have kissed. Someone who's probably going to kick my ass later. Someone I'm going to be apologizing to for sevens." Beat. "Which is extra frustrating, because I'd finally had one up one up on her after she accused my sister of being my fuck toy when she didn't realize who she was." A heavy sigh. As if all of that is supposed to make perfect sense to Tela. He squeezes her one more time and then starts to release his hold. Solith does like to help. Even with this thing called snuggling. She can tuck herself into the folds of his wing, or rather, let herself be tucked if Rasavyth would rather feel in charge of such things, with one last deep, pleased breath that whispers along the underside of that same wing. Yes, he has quite handsome wings. She remembers this. And smart, because she does pick up on such suggestions, why, wasn't it quite intelligent of him to respond in the way that he did? And all sorts of other things. Too many to count, really. She's quite undisturbed by how Tela's starting to look horrified, drawing back if only so she can get a better look at K'zin, but holding on for balance as she'll do even when he starts to let go. "You didn't kiss the weyrwoman, did you? Aishani, I mean, because she was supposed to be gone by then, I thought she was... wait, your sister? What?" She's looking up at K'zin with the sort of trust that says he can explain. Rasavyth is perfectly fine with it being a group effort. As long as Solith gets tucked, that's the important thing. And those compliments do much to soothe his wounded ego. The horrified look on Telavi's face has K'zin starting to panic. He thought, in his quasi-miserable state, that he could share this. But now she's looking at him like that! "What?" He stares at her then. "What?" He has to ask it a second time, so much so is the lack of registration of her suggestion. "Why would you think that? Aishani wasn't there." Of course, the person he did kiss wasn't supposed to be there either. "No." Deep breath. "Alida." Then in a tumble of words, "She came to my weyr last night after I told her she couldn't, and I'd gone down for a bath, and Kinzi was there waiting for me to get cleaned up, and Alida busted in and met her, and assumed she was there to sleep with me, and Ilicaeth sent these badly made images of Alida making out with and then rolling around in my bed with my sister," The horror! "I think Alida still hasn't gotten it on with a girl," Is that relevant? No. He moves on. "Anyway, so I finally had one up on her, one free pass for something stupid I'd do in the future, and I guess I used it because she was there at the lake shore right as Ras started blooding and I kissed her." And he's uninjured. "And she kissed me back." And he looks awkward. "And then she ran away." He looks miserable. "Well, because she was someone who wasn't supposed to be there," Telavi has to try and get in there somewhere, like it should be obvious. "Because queens fighting, or even maybe fighting, that's bad," and this is much better, says her relieved smile, perhaps enough to give a man whiplash if he weren't busy with his own stream of consciousness. She's most certainly nodding quite a few times about that story that's, yes, enough to have her wide-eyed again but not in horror this time... even with his horror at Alida and his sister, especially at his horror and she is not laughing. Solith is also not laughing. Solith may, however, be quite entertained at all this entertainment and if that cheers Rasavyth up a touch, so much the better. Round-eyed, "Are you into Alida? Without, you know. Golds. Who do things." To anyone. Her reasoning for Aishani has K'zin blinking at her, even if she thinks it sounds quite logical. Solith has a partner in the entertained arena: Rasavyth. He found the whole thing hilarious. As did Ilicaeth, he shares. The part with the sister. Not so much the part with the kissing; not that he was there for that, in body anyway. "What? No." He denies it firmly. "No, no, absolutely not." Forcefully even. He takes a deep breath and sighs. "That's kind of the point. She's my friend. That's it. We're never going to knock boots. We weren't even ever supposed to kiss. We are juuuuust friends. And then I'm all -- flightlusty-" He says it, but it sounds like 'ugh', "-I do something totally idiotic. And she does something totally idiotic and kisses me back." It's at this juncture that he seems to realize he's pouring out his guts to Telavi. His only regular bedmate. "I swear I'm not into her." He reaches for the greenrider. "I'm into you." Which is as close to a confession of feelings as Tela has probably ever heard from him, and even so, it's quite vague. Solith is delighted. Rasavyth knows such things, and tells them so splendidly, how clever! And Tela, she hears K'zin out, with at least less apparent humor and more empathy because complicated and sometimes, even for stray weyrbred greenriders, friends really are just friends. "Flights get people," she says simply, like she knows it, like he can believe it even if he doesn't yet. "She'll understand." And she doesn't press K'zin further, not for protestations or anything. She doesn't press, but she does pull: there, back in the shadows beyond the dragons. "Good, because I'm into you too," Tela says, if not without a distinct display of dimples. "So come here, let me show you something." There's that swishing sway of her skirt again, her short skirt: reach for that. Um. Yeah. Okay. It doesn't take K'zin almost any time at all to go from looking slightly confused to rolling with Tela's showing him. My, but that's an interesting skirt! More interesting is what is not underneath it. Suffice to say, when Rasavyth shifts so he can lift a wing to censor the couple, its warranted. Sooner or later they'll get a room. One would hope. |
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